Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.